Created by the devil

Her diamonds.

If you'd look through Gia's big window in her office, you'd see the bright blessed day starting slowly. It's never quiet in the city. The people walk under flowering trees and start wearing lighter clothing

Gia doesn't have time to see the art nature gives to the people as she's too occupied listening to other people's problems. In contrast to most human beings, she does love listening love it.

Most of the time, it's something simple that can be resolved with money, like everything these days. It makes her feel better, as in what she does matters to others.

The people come back because they owe her and believed in her. That's why she's never short-handed on men or love.

Naomi comes into the room right when Gia shook the hands with, what was supposed to be, the last person she had a meeting with today. Naomi politely waits for her to initiate the conversation.

"Yes?" She smiles back and sits down with a sigh. Naomi walks stiffly closer to the bureau. Gia isn't sure if the woman is stressed or if her pencil skirt is too tight.

"Mr Shelby has asked for your attendance at the scrapyard." The woman begins. "For?" Gia questions with an elevated brow.

"Finn didn't say. It seems to be quite an urgent matter." Naomi checks the paper in her hand once more. Gia's dumbfounded and asks to be sure "The scrapyard?" Naomi answers with a nod.

She sighs and stands up to get her vest from the hanger. "What have they done now?" Naomi scoffs at Gia's question.

"With men? It could be anything. At war, they at least had something to do. Now, they all fight each other over nothing. During the war, it's the women who took over and quite frankly shit went right." Naomi mumbles as she follows Gia to the stairs. "Isn't that right." Gia agrees.

Gia still likes the pride, the big office gives with her name in gold on it. Tommy has asked her to move out of the building and come settle in his office, but Gia wouldn't erase this pride she holds for anything in the world.

After a small fifteen minutes, she arrives at Charlie's scrapyard. She slowly makes her way into the yard and doesn't see anything.

It's only when she hears someone say, "Don't get blood on the kid, or she'll have our head." That Gia decides to turn one corner. A group of men are huddled over what seems a person on a chair. 

Gia stops and waits a couple of seconds before saying, for everyone to hear, "Who'll have your head?" The men stiffen up, and not one turned around except Tommy.

He fastly walks up to her and mumbles under his breath, "Shit." He places his hands on her shoulders and blocks her view. "What are you doing here? Doesn't matter, it's not as bad as it may seem."

Gia scoffs before answering his question. "Finn asked me to come her. Said it was an urgent matter. What's going on?" John slaps Finn on the back of the head which, makes Gia look behind Tommy.

That's when she sees her godson, Rocco sitting on a chair. She pushes past Tommy and runs up to him. Tommy wants to block her way, but she glips through his fingers.

The other men aren't much help either as they all take a big step backwards. She bents through her knees and suddenly doesn't care about her clothes or shoes getting dirty anymore. "Cosa è successo?" She asks as she takes his arm with the wound.

"Sto bene. Ci hanno sparato ma va bene, il proiettile è già uscito. Arthur ha detto che ora sono un vero uomo." The boy tones proudly.

Her mother did the same thing when she was mad. First of all, she would only get angry if she was disappointed, which felt worse. The silence was worse than if she would stand up and slap everybody on the back of their head.

"Excuse me?" She tones, which makes everybody, including Tommy, who can't see her face as he stands behind her, loudly gulp.

Rocco looks down and gives her the bullet. She takes it in her hand and warns, "First and last one. Capisce?" He nods and stands up at the same time as her.

Gia takes him by his good arm and starts walking off. As she passes by Finn, she takes him with her. "But-" Finn starts. "Shut up and walk." Gia shuts him down.

She puts the boy's in the car and tells her driver to drive them to Polly's house. Tommy and his  men stare at her as she turns back around. "You're not with the boys?" He questions as the men walks a bit further to give them some privacy.

"No, I rather walk before I bust any of y'all heads in. I'm just warning you, Tommy. If my son or any of my kin so much as comes near a fucking gun again, you're going to wish you never had met me. See you at home." And with that, she's gone off to Polly's house.

As she arrives after twenty minutes, she wishes she did take the car. Even though the spring sun tickles her skin in the most beautiful way.

She opens Polly's front door and walks in. Ada hands her son to her, after the woman gave her a knowing look and walked with her to the kitchen.

Polly's putting on a bandage around his arm while Finn watches. When Polly's done, she takes Elijah from Gia and leaves her to talk to both boys.

Gia walks closer and sees the scar already growing on his arm in the future. She unbuttoned her sleeve and tilts it to show a bullet scar on the inside of her arm.

"I was fifteen when I got this scar. For a couple of years, I showed it proudly to everybody so they could see that I was not to be fucked with, but now this scar is a reminder of the painful truth life carries with her. It's a reminder neither of you should have. Our generation busted our asses off so you wouldn't have to. Don't make our hard work go to waste because of your pride." She hides the scar as quickly as she showed it.

"Off you go." She tells Rocco but holds Finn's arm. She turns to the taller boy and tells him, "Don't feel like you need to live up to your brother's image. It's his, not yours. I love Tommy, but I don't agree with everything he does. If you're going to be involved, stay on the clean side."

He smiles and hugs her. "Thank you for always stomping on eggshells everybody tiptoes on." He whispers and then walks off. She looks down and lights a cigarette. "You're welcome." She says.

They stayed for lunch but then fastly left. Gia's trip to New York is getting closer. Tomorrow they will leave for the city that never sleeps.

She secretly misses every part of it, but she has created a life here that she couldn't walk away from. Her underboss, Mario is going with her. So, it's her other cousin, Carmello that'll be in charge in her absence.

The front door opens of their room as she was getting her jewellery ready. The bags were already cared for, but her jewellery ids something she doesn't like other people touching. A girl likes her diamonds.

He walks up to their son, that lays on their big bed. She looks in the mirror and sees Tommy's shadow hide the sun from her son's face.

He kisses the boy on the head and makes him giggle. For a second, she forgets about how mad she is, but when he looks up with those dreamy eyes, she feels the anger again.

It's less strong, but it is definitely still there. He walks out of the room and comes back without their son. He walks up to her and places his arms around her shoulders.

He places his head on her shoulder and looks in the mirror while rocking back and forth. "I love you." He whispers in her ear.